… but that third cosmo yesterday just about did me in. Oh four peeps – I am too old to be drinking THREE cosmos in the mid-afternoon. I last remember lounging in a plushy chair on the deck, sipping on my (third) tasty cool beverage and the next thing I know, I’m upstairs in the bathroom, sweating my ass off for some reason. I vaguely remember going upstairs but have no recollection for what reason. I lurched over to the bed and passed out there, still all sweaty. (I sound so very, very attractive, do I not?)
One cosmo = nice, pleasant buzz
Two cosmos = nicer, even more pleasant buzz when all is right with the world and I hear birdies chirping and singing
Three cosmos = sweaty, lurching, forgetful mess. Blarf. (to coin a term)
The evening was spent trying to recover from the egregious choices I made earlier. Duty was nice and went to buy me some soda to ease my tummy. Man, vodka is rough on my stomach. How do all those alcoholics do it?
Announcing: AN ADVENTURE!!
Duty and I decided to take a mini-break and head up to Portland, Maine! Don’t ask why Portland. It was a spur of the moment “Let’s do it!” thing. We are going to celebrate our tenth anniversary. We’ll be driving there (about 8 hours) and plan to visit Boston and see some sights. Last time I was up thataway was 1993 with my buddy Charlie. (That is a story for another time. I’ll sum it up thusly: as he dropped me off after a week long jaunt up north, he said “I don’t want to see you again for a very long time.” Yes, fun was had by all!!)
Anyway, YEY for vacations because I cannot take another minute of that job. I’m gonna rock some mad manifesting skillz and get my ass on out the door in the relative near future because those people make me crazeeeee.
(stabs self in head and runs away)